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Arfah Afaqi Zia Jan 2016
In vengeance I await for you to come,
Oh my disciples,
He is the man we're looking for,

The atrocious smug I've been waiting for,
Slowly, steadily I will make him pay,
Cut his wrist and slit his nape,

The blood he spilled,
The thousands of people he killed,
Oh God ! I promise you I'll make him pay,

His dark and hideous face,
His target-y gaze,
Don't you worry my dear, he shall pay.
suicidal twitch Mar 2014
I was always the invisible one,
Walking like a spirit amongst others,
They would hurt me just for fun,
But no one expected me to become a cOlD bLoOdEd MuRdErEr...

The murders started slowly,
Each night another would be gone,
You could call this unholy,
But when being a mUrDeReR it doesn't matter...

I would sneak into their rooms,
Blooded knife raised and brought down into their stomachs,
Afterwards they would be buried in their tombs,
The MuRdErEr would smile insanely whilst being invisible...

Eventually the murderer would be caught,
Taken away to never see the light of day,
They would ask me questions and what I thought,
But all I said was,

*'I bEcAmE a CoLd BlOoDeD mUdErEr...'
Anna Jul 2013
You wreak
Of blood.
You muderer!*
I only hurt myself.
All hallows ever,
And I am sitting on the bed,
The bed that is a couch,
With narerly an account,
but surely still,
That Frankenstein will listen,
No morely not,
I am my own with standing,
Yet who we are is who we have repeatedly been,
Muderer's killers, who are we truly, but conglomerates of our free willing,
and lies withunderstood.
Dee Wyman Feb 2019
floating
falling
screaming
crawling
back up again
knowing I would
not fight
for my  life
right now...
a muderer would be disappointed
when I say, go ahead, there is no point
the abusers were right after all
I am a mistake
Babatunde Raimi Sep 2019
You are not a mother
Yet you mock a mother
Who chose motherhood
Instead of being a muderer
Please give it up for mothers

If you are not a mother
You don't know the pains of motherhood
With her memories of childhood
She is our Queen of the hood

You mock a mother
Yet you committed several murders
When you chose abortion
Who do you think you are
You are just but a murderer

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